The parentals may think they rule the roost in the Dopart-Batchelor house but secretly it is I PERRY who dictates what happens here. The only thing I have not been able to control lately is the rain and there’s been a LOT of it. Dad even had to go in the back yard with his high boots to wade through it all. I was smart enough to stay in the house – that’s what we Weims are known for – that we are smarter than our owners.
So here’s what I do: 6 am if the parentals are not up I start to scratch and itch so they can hear the ching-ching of my collar. If that doesn’t get them up I go to Dad’s side of the bed first and then Mom’s side. Eventually one of them gets up so we can all get started on our routine.
I’ve trained them to put on the little space heaters in the dining room and bathroom so I can go from heater to heater to soak up all the warmth in the house. You may remember I don’t have much hair and am prone to chills more than other canines – can’t imagine what my friends in Germany do but glad I’m not one of them.
I did rise to nursing status this week when Dad had a colonoscopy – he was sad and cold so I laid on the floor with him to help him feel better but it seemed to take a long time. Thank goodness canines don’t have to have cancer prevention procedures like that!
Anyway, Mom is busy with her Motivational Interviewing trainings and the new book on diabetes which will hopefully go to print this month. I know it will help a lot of people with their health. My health is fine since I eat my broccoli every day and Mom gives me my probiotic and fish oil all at breakfast – that’s also part of the schedule but that one I don’t have to worry about controlling .
Hope you are all having a good year so far and I’ll check in again soon. If you all watched the Superbowl today I hope your team won and you ate some healthy food.
Love,
Perry
As you can see that Trump Wall concept really didn’t work out. But then again, from this advantage point I can look out for Hillary to see if she is having any substantial press conferences. All I can gather is politics are more dysfunctional than the neighbor’s dog and my relationship, which is extremely cantankerous.
I did have a few visitors. The Gabbs came over to see me and give me the proper attention and affections I so require – there are 5 of them, although only 4 came but there was enough loves, hugs and pets to last for a while. As you can see, I was trying to be non-photogenic.